NIKI
"You could," Niki says, sounding altogether very reasonable about it and smiling over the rim of his cocktail glass. (He's starting to quite enjoy it now, and it has everything to do with the potency of the liquor in the drink). "Though I must ask what results you are hoping to get." Will insulting him send him back to his polite and boyish exterior? Or will it just make him quicker to smack Flora with his cane? Time will tell.
Letting his gaze settle on Asta for a moment and turning over the idea of him being set loose on anyone daring to interrupt Flora's birthday, whether or not Niki agrees with the premise, the fact that it would make the Doubletake happy is enough, right now, to consider it. "Perhaps someone will surprise you with it for a present," he suggests. There are Ancients in attendance, after all.
Her laughter accompanied by the words dream-killed and almost killed means it takes a couple of seconds to properly arrange itself in Niki's mind, the necromancer frowning suddenly down at Flora. "What? Gods," he blurts when he finally realises what she's said. "That is awful." Still, he'd shown up for the party, so... good job at coping? Sort of?
Already starting to feel pleasantly fuzzy around the edges, Niki is drawn in by the sparkle against Flora's fingers, raising his eyebrows at the truth ring in question. "So you are saying that all this time you have known whenever I am telling an extravagant lie?" He sighs. "Well, that is disappointing. Ah, but I think I do know what the glass onion is about. I am sworn to secrecy, though."
Letting his gaze settle on Asta for a moment and turning over the idea of him being set loose on anyone daring to interrupt Flora's birthday, whether or not Niki agrees with the premise, the fact that it would make the Doubletake happy is enough, right now, to consider it. "Perhaps someone will surprise you with it for a present," he suggests. There are Ancients in attendance, after all.
Her laughter accompanied by the words dream-killed and almost killed means it takes a couple of seconds to properly arrange itself in Niki's mind, the necromancer frowning suddenly down at Flora. "What? Gods," he blurts when he finally realises what she's said. "That is awful." Still, he'd shown up for the party, so... good job at coping? Sort of?
Already starting to feel pleasantly fuzzy around the edges, Niki is drawn in by the sparkle against Flora's fingers, raising his eyebrows at the truth ring in question. "So you are saying that all this time you have known whenever I am telling an extravagant lie?" He sighs. "Well, that is disappointing. Ah, but I think I do know what the glass onion is about. I am sworn to secrecy, though."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
